作曲 : E. Burdon & Shawn Carter & B. Chandler & John Paul Densmore & Robert Krieger & R
作词 : Burdon, Carter, Chandler ...
R.o.c., we runnin this rap shit
Memphis bleek, we runnin this rap shit
B. mac, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & neef, we runnin this rap shit
The takeover, the breaks over nigga
God mc, me, jay-hova
Hey lil soldier you aint ready for war
R.o.c. too strong for yall
Its like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them boyz ii men, how them boys gon win?
This is grown man b.i., get you rolled into triage
Beatch - your reach aint long enough, dunny
Your peeps aint strong enough, fucka
Roc-a-fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggazll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer
Dont let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you wont confuse it with just rap music
R.o.c., we runnin this rap shit
M-easy, we runnin this rap shit
The broad street bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats it
Freeway, we runnin this rap shit
O & sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & neef, we runnin this rap shit
{*watch out!! we run new york -> krs-one*}
I dont care if you mobb deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, Ive got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped shook ones, switch your demeanor
Well - we dont believe you, you need more people
Roc-a-fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do
Dont let em gas you like jigga is ass and wont clap you
Trust me on this one - Ill detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
Theyll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, youre not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys dont want it with hov
Ask nas, he dont want it with hov, nooooo!
R.o.c., we runnin this rap shit
B. sigel, we runnin this rap shit
M-easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats it
O & sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & neef, we runnin this rap shit
{*watch out!! we run new york -> krs-one*}
I know you missin all the - faaaaaaame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga; you a - laaaaaaame!
Youse the fag model for karl kani/esco ads
Went from, nasty nas to escos trash
Had a spark when you started but now youre just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguards oochie wally verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun dont shine, then son dont shine
Thats why your - laaaaaaame! - career come to a end
Theres only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you aint live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with large professor
(me, thats who!) then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you aint get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid god, serchlite publishing
Use your - braaaaaaain! you said you been in this ten
Ive been in it five - smarten up nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? i can divide
Thats one every lets say two, two of them shits was due
One was - nahhh, the other was illmatic
Thats a one hot album every ten year average
And thats so - laaaaaaame! nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(get the fuck outta here) you niggaz gon learn to respect the king
Dont be the next contestant on that summer jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now
R.o.c., we runnin this rap shit
M-easy, we runnin this rap shit
The broad street bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens thats it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & neef, we runnin this rap shit
{*watch out!! we run new york -> krs-one*}
A wise man told me dont argue with fools
Cause people from a distance cant tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga Im grown
Please leave it alone - dont throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I dont know why your advisors aint forewarn you
Please, not jay, hes, not for play
I dont slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
Dont make me expose you to them folks that dont know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
You cant fuck with me - go play somewhere, Im busy
And all you other cats throwin shots at jigga
You only get half a bar - fuck yall niggaz